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You are asleep. And I have been out late. Driving around, thinking. I like to race down long streets, hear the engine of my bike roar. It’s what I have always done, even before your time.

You hate it.

Because it is dangerous.

But you also like the bad boy vibe it gives me. Don’t lie.

I watch you sleep, on your side, your face buried in my pillow. I had hoped you would still be up. But you’re not.

I unlace my boots, then take off my jacket. When you sleep, you look so harmless. Peaceful. And for this split second, I believe it even if you know exactly how to push each and every one of my buttons.

I unclasp the kidney belt around my waist, then undo my pants too. My skin prickles with the need to feel you against me, to inhale the scent of you, to nip and lick and suck on your skin … because you are asleep. You won’t squirm away or be a fucking cocktease. Like you so often are.

When I am completely undressed except for my briefs, I slide in beside you, lifting the thin summer blanket that is partially tangled around your legs. You stir. I freeze. I don’t want to wake you. Where would be the fun in that?

When you settle down again, I carefully lower myself next to you and seal my front to your back. Your skin is warm, your breathing shallow. My hand slides to your stomach, and I gently pull you against me.

I like you asleep. You can’t talk back. And I can just be, without you challenging me. For just a moment. I stay still. Eyes closed, inhale. The scent of you always revs me up. The things you do. The things you say. When I am around you, I am like a bull seeing red. I can’t keep away.

Addicted.

Completely wrapped up in you.

With a soft hum, I catch your earlobe between my teeth, my stubble grazing the side of your neck. You move, and I stop breathing.

One … two … three …

When I move my hand farther down between your legs, I feel how your briefs grow tight around your hardening cock. The effect I have on you. God. My sweet little angel. I let the back of my fingers caress the outline of your growing bulge. Teasing the tip, massaging it even with the fabric in between. It grows slick real fast.

I almost moan at the feel of it. My cock is lengthening, thickening, pressing against you. Wedged between us.

You are the devil posing as an angel.

My breaths grow hot and short. If you were awake, you’d be throwing a fucking fit about where I’d been. You’d take my phone from me. You’d check who I’d been calling. And texting. And then you’d raise your voice at me. When you do that, when you yell, shout, call me names, I lose it.

It is so fucked up.

So wrong.

But I get off on your possessiveness. Just like you get off on mine.

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Chairs, tables, and my bed have already gotten in the way of our ravenous mating. Broken. Destroyed. Two animals trapped in a cage, unable to escape.

Scratches, bruises, bite marks.

You were you and I was I.

I resurface from my thoughts with my face buried in the side of your neck. Your cock stretches out the fabric of your briefs, wet with precum; I am so hard it hurts. I have to … Goddamn, I have to do something.

And the next best thing … is right there. I carefully peel down your briefs, gather up some spit, and then lube myself up. You don’t stir this time. My heart thunders in my chest; you really are asleep.

I lather up your thighs a little before I angle my cock down to guide myself between them. Oh, God, yes. This is exactly what I need. This heat. This tightness. I carefully slide in, peeking out at the other side, then pull back. Over and over again.

Hips tilt forward until there is no space between us.

You groan, waking up. “What …”

“Shhh, it’s alright,” I whisper against your ear as I slowly drive in between your thighs, using you like my little sex toy to get off. You’re too tired to even care. I hold back a moan as you tighten your legs around me, intensifying the pressure around my shaft. Fuck … “Good boy,” I whisper to you because you are a good boy. At least at this very moment.